Do Hae Gang adjusted her tailored blazer as she stepped into the dimly lit Seoul lounge, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Four years had passed since the divorce, yet the ache lingered like a phantom limb. As a top attorney, she had rebuilt her life brick by brick, burying the loss of their daughter and Choi Jin Eon's betrayal beneath case files and court victories. Tonight, after a grueling deposition, she sought solitude with a glass of whiskey.
The crowd parted, and there he was—Jin Eon, leaning against the bar with that same cocky smirk. His eyes locked on hers, recognition flashing not of their painful end, but of something simpler. "Hae Gang," he said, voice low and husky, sliding onto the stool beside her. "Married life suits you in my memory. Why'd you run off?"
She arched an eyebrow, sipping her drink to mask the jolt. "Run off? That's rich coming from you, Jin Eon. We signed papers. You don't remember the rest?" Her tone was sharp, witty, challenging. He leaned closer, his cologne stirring old embers. "Papers? All I recall is you in my bed, fiery as ever. Obsessed doesn't cover it—I'm drawn to you like a moth to flame."
Hae Gang laughed, dry and biting. "Moth? More like a cheating flame that burned everything down. But if you insist on playing amnesia games, let's see how long that lasts." She stood to leave, but his hand grazed her wrist, sending sparks up her arm. Tension coiled between them, his gaze dropping to her lips. "Stay. One drink. For old times." Her pulse raced; despite everything, her body betrayed her with a familiar heat.
They bantered over refills, his questions probing their past without the scars. "You always had that sharp tongue in court and out," he teased. "Made me hard just watching you argue." She countered, "And you made me wet with promises you broke. Horny for the lie, weren't you?" The air thickened, his knee brushing hers under the bar. She felt herself dripping with unwanted desire, strong enough to control it—or so she thought.
Jin Eon pulled her into a shadowed alcove, lips crashing in a kiss that tasted of regret and fire. "Tell me the truth," he murmured against her neck, hands roaming her ass. "Or don't. Just let me have you." Hae Gang shoved him back, strong and unyielding. "You want truth? Fine—I'm not your wife anymore. But if obsession's your game..." She unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock, stroking it with deliberate pressure.
Panting, he groaned as she dropped to her knees for a blowjob, her mouth enveloping him, tongue swirling with expert command. "Fuck, Hae Gang—your pussy's next," he gasped. She rose, pushing him onto a velvet couch, straddling him. Her skirt hiked up, revealing her wet, dripping pussy. She guided his cock inside, riding him hard, her ass grinding with each thrust. "Don't forget who controls this," she whispered, witty even now.
Sweating, they moved in rhythm, her strong hands pinning his wrists. He thrust up, hitting deep, her clit throbbing. "You're so tight—came for me already?" he panted. She climaxed first, pussy clenching around him, juices dripping down his shaft. "Not yet," she retorted, flipping positions to take him from behind, ass slapping against his hips.
He came with a guttural moan, cum spilling hot inside her as she milked every drop. They collapsed, bodies slick and heaving. Hae Gang dressed swiftly, her mind racing with the withheld truth of their daughter and his infidelity. Jin Eon watched, obsessed gaze unwavering. "This isn't over," he vowed.
She smiled enigmatically, straightening her blazer. "It never was."
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